In the dark of night as I sit And depths I plumb from deepest holes Tribute I pay to my Creator For the grit, the metal, the heart, and soul For no matter how deep nor dark it be I've not bowed nor bent, nor broken Nor questioned my mortal fate, In words unsoftly spoken There’s a truth I won’t speak An old wound I can’t heal A Soul that won’t break And a man who can kneel For a reed that can bend Is a bough that won’t break No matter the loss Or the lonely heartache It’s those brave ones among us Who lift up their gaze And invoke the divine Who live longer days For no one will suffer Like Christ on the Cross You think you know pain You think you know loss You know nothing, You know nothing at all You tripped and you fell And you’ve got the gall To think you know suffering Like Christ took for you You could barely imagine If you even tried to There’s no greater love That anyone can do Than to lay down His life As Christ did for you In the darkest of nights as I sit And depths I plumb from deepest holes Tribute I pay to my Creator For the grit, the metal, the heart, and soul For no matter how deep nor dark it be I've not bowed nor bent, nor broken Nor questioned my mortal fate, In words unsoftly spoken And beyond a world of suffering, Be famine, or maybe feast To honour my Creator Or fall beneath the Beast For it matters less this mortal coil Compared to the Hereafter In wretched chains and fire burn Or the Love of my Creator For it matters less this mortal coil Compared to the Hereafter In wretched chains and burning fire Or the Loving arms of my Creator
